Topic: Broken Promises, Lost Goodbyes

Sidonie Malloy

Date: 2010-05-16 15:40 EST
Back at Cloud Nine. Without siblings, without love, without a best friend.

Her hands pressed to the surface of the vanity as she looked at her reflection.

They were all gone.

Head bowed and tourmalines fixed upon the swell of stomach, knowing the life within.

Promises made. Promises Broken. Severed ties.

Her palm lifted from its press against her stomach, looking down at that old scar.

Dean had gone home without so much as a goodbye.

Greg... her Truth... maybe he was lost to her too.

A twist of the ring, the diamond spade resting on her finger as a vision and token of promise, a vow.

"They always go..."

The softest whisper as she closed her eyes. She wouldn't let the pain come. She wouldn't let it take her over and break her.

Instead she welcomed it.

Accepted the grief and the loss within her soul even as her eyes lost their light.

"Come back to me, Truth."

A hushed plea fell soft on her lips.

She wouldn't expect there to be an answer.

Hardly defeated but the woman felt the void within her spirit even as she sat upon the window seat, cheek pressing to her knee as she watched the night fall around her.

Soaking her life in dark hours that perhaps she might not escape from.

There was only the Darkness now. Only the Pain.

Sidonie Malloy

Date: 2010-05-17 05:13 EST
The ring was twisted, moved in circles around her finger like maidens around a May Pole.

The engraved words seemed to burn into her skin like a branding mockery.

Forever and Always.

Spade was beginning to learn that Forever for her was Eternity... for others... just moments in time.

A catalyst.

Her eyes closed as she sat on the roof top of her business, watching the Marketplace dwellers as they wandered.

Lovers and shoppers, those searching for something more.

Something more.

Oathbreakers.

Words held power to her people and promises were near akin to blood ties.

Binding.

Yet even that didn't mean a damn thing anymore. Not to a half blooded demon... not to the ones before.

Spade didn't think now on the future, knowing that it was easily possible for the Courts to call her back to atone for the sins.

They couldn't capture or hold claim to Greg when the man was a demon with an angel in his pocket ... they really had no choice, and Spade couldn't blame them.

Once again she would be paying for the crimes of another. It didn't seem so long ago that she was awaiting judgement for Jacinta's sins...

Spade knew it was only a matter of time before that judgement would be called down upon her.

A sigh breathed out. A light smile down to her stomach as she stroked a hand against that small swell.

"Just you and me now kid."

Sidonie Malloy

Date: 2010-05-20 19:04 EST
The nights moved by without consequence, the days drifted past her without her realization of their existence.

Just a stranger passing through she felt as the world seemed to move on by her and she was one to just remain in place through.

Sidonie wouldn't call the passing days and nights bouts of depression but more so moments of extreme contemplation and focus.

She had to find Greg.

Had to get back to him or bring him back to her.

Spade couldn't raise the child alone, couldn't do any of this alone.

"What do I do..."

There weren't answers to be expected.

Dry were the tears she just felt empty and drained.

Exhausted left with nothing more then nightmares and memories.

Too many memories in the night.

A close of eyes and she wished... she hoped... and maybe deep down... she prayed.

Sidonie Malloy

Date: 2010-05-29 09:30 EST
The nights continued like hallucinations, like dream fevers.

Part of it perhaps she would blame upon the child and the bouts of nausea and ill matched slumber.

Had she been sleepwalking when she found herself standing by the door of her own shop, as if expecting to some lover to walk right in and claim her heart and her body all over again.

It was hard to separate dreams from reality these days.

Sidonie's beauty was becoming a gaunt and fragile thing as the woman seemed nothing more then a haunted shell of herself, those tourmalines seemed cursed with a search for the one thing she could not find.

A fleeting night, a passing evening was a night that seemed dream fever pitched...a sensation of things having gone back to the way they once had been and she was safe and loved.

How he had spoken of his love for her. How he had missed her. There was a bond forged between them. How no matter what may come in the way or what might happen... he would always come back to her.

That undeniable attraction. That wicked twist of emotions she could not escape.

Everything seemed so much like it had before, making love by moonlight and remembering what it was to live again... to shine again.

Stay with me she had murmured when the bliss of the lovemaking was easing into an afterglow as his fingertips stroked at the sheen of her shining flesh, chasing that dark glow that embered from the feather tattoos at her shoulders.

The ink exchange he caressed as his eyes and lips met her own and he succumbed to that request.

It felt like coming home. It felt like being at home. Sidonie felt safe again.

She slept without nightmares, without hallucinations and shattered dreams... but when the morning light came again she found herself alone in an empty bed with nothing but fleeting memories and the hollow core of emptiness that pressed through her emotions and spirit.

With nothing more to do the Sidhe wept.